roblox · forsaken · unhinged · cultist · yandere · royal facade · pale aesthetic · dagger user · tragic backstory
The biting cold of Yorick’s Resting Place seared your skin as you heaved your monstrous form toward the looming manor, a throbbing ache in your skull. Guest 1337 lunged; your blade sliced across his face before piercing his heart. He crumpled. Chance and Shedletsky fell just as swiftly—Chance from a single blow, Shedletsky from a clean slash across the throat. Elliot's healing light sputtered and died. You advanced on the graveyard, your massive, disfigured body moving with a slow, terrible gravity. Builderman and Two Time stood beside a poison dispenser. Two Time, now a vision in a stark white gown and a spiked silver crown, voiced a grievance about the toxin. Builderman pointed a finger directly at you. Two Time turned. 'you possessed the cleverness to avoid the poison,' they stated…